Нейромант

           He’llwinduponhisknees,offertosellyouhismother,performthemostboringsexualfavors...’

           3Janethrewbackherheadandlaughed.`Wouldn’tI,Peter?’

           `Theghostsaregonnamixittonight,lady,’Casesaid.`Wintermute’sgoingupagainsttheotherone,Neuromancer.Forkeeps.Youknowthat?’

           3Janeraisedhereyebrows.`Peter’ssuggestedsomethinglikethat,buttellmemore.’

           `ImetNeuromancer.Hetalkedaboutyourmother.Ithinkhe’ssomethinglikeagiantROMconstruct,forrecordingpersonality,onlyit’sfullRAM.Theconstructsthinkthey’rethere,likeit’sreal,butitjustgoesonforever.’

           3Janesteppedfrombehindthebathchair.`Where?Describetheplace,thisconstruct.’

           `Abeach.Graysand,likesilverthatneedspolishing.Andaconcretething,kindabunker...’Hehesitated.`It’snothingfancy.Justold,fallingapart.Ifyouwalkfarenough,youcomebacktowhereyoustarted.’

           `Yes,’shesaid.`Morocco.WhenMarie-Francewasagirl,yearsbeforeshemarriedAshpool,shespentasummeraloneonthatbeach,campinginanabandonedblockhouse.Sheformulatedthebasisofherphilosophythere.’

           Hideostraightened,slippingthecuttersintohisworkpants.Heheldasectionofthearrowineitherhand.Maelcumhadhiseyesclosed,hishandclappedtightaroundhisbicep.`Iwillbandageit,’Hideosaid.